I wish I could write
about everything I see
the same way I write
about pain and love and fear.

Maybe with practice, it’ll come to me
as easy as the air I breathe.
But for now, I have to wear an oxygen mask.

Small
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

We would like your body more if it was smaller.
We need your emotions to be smaller
Because we don't want to see human despair.

And we need your pain to be smaller
So that we don’t have to do something about it.
We need your response to be smaller
So that we don’t ever have to say
That what we did was not okay.

So much to explore
Books upon books out the door
From ceiling to floor

Laughs and cries I read
Hoping to find what I need
Reading at my speed

A day that I seek
Those special hours of the week
Keep me at my peek

I will come to be
A person who is so free
Able to be me

She had broken pieces when we met.
Some of the shards piercing her still,
revealing a disquiet of scars.
Love, the brigand that put them there.

When I gave her cut flowers
she had no chance of seeing
the field of understanding and tenderness
from which they came.

thank you very much
for letting me clutch
your attention courtesy
sharing following thoughts
thru reading my poem analogous
to invisible electronic,
fantastic, kinetic... touch.

Manners work like a charm
equivalent to abracadabra to disarm
truculent nasty shortish brutes
who thrive causing harm.

He fought valiant for his country and his King

Now on a battlefield to his life, he does cling

Yells for his Mother, thinks of a love long ago

As his tears into bloody mud begin to flow

The heavy cold rain falls from the dark skies

Hits him like bullets where; he now lies

Everything has been taken; nothing gained

Loved ones will mourn his earthly remains

He knows he will soon be part of the Earth

Where he will no longer pain or can be hurt

Only a simple marker to mark where he fell

Days go slow
Years go fast
Life won't wait
Pain won't last

Joy will come
Dawn will rise
Find your place
Chase the prize

Doubts go away
Dreams come true
Happiness in life
Depends on you

Don't accept defeat
Fight the strife
Carve your path
It's Your Life

When evening turns to night
And with book in hand I head,
Towards a night of quiet slumber
In the safety of my bed.

Before I fell asleep last night
The news spoke to me of dread,
Where will all those others sleep
Who have no place to lay their head?

They number in the tens of thousands
They are young and they are old,
They come from every walk of life
They often sleep where they are told.

I'm thinking about
giving up.
Every day, a loop,
every hour a year.
Does it really matter if I'm here?
Scars on my thighs remind me,
Of what I truly am.
Claw marks of a dead women,
Where I used to be.
Smoke bellows,
from my veins
To kiss the ceiling softly.
Would you miss me?
I'm dirty.
No matter how hard I scrub,
this layer of filth never ceases
But I chose this for myself.
I wish
I was pure.
I wish,
there was cure.

As divine unique souls of the stars upon us shine,
Of a universal consciousness and a mind so sublime,
Our spiritual energies becoming one as they intertwine,
In the essences of the interstellar and cosmically divine.

So with the true nature of love deep in our souls,
We seek our spiritual passion and aspirational goals,
To align our innermost beings into a truly unique whole,
And discover our inner destiny through using self control.